fic: Higher Education (Iker Casillas/Miguel Torres)
Title: Higher Education
Author: txorakeriak
Fandom: Football, Real Madrid
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Miguel Torres
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I'm a lying bastard and made this all up. I don't claim to know any of the players I write about, they're most definitely not mine, and this very probably didn't happen. No payment involved, no offence intended. This is for my own entertainment.
Summary: Iker said in an interview that he doesn't know what sex is. A "veteran" decides to teach him.
Dedication: For mer5, who kindly translated Iker's "el sexo" interview and requested fic related to it.
Word Count: 5,684
Thanks to jennis_footie for the fantastic beta. ♥
Feedback: Everything is most welcome, from glomps to constructive criticism. I even accept rotten tomatoes, so don't be shy. ;)
*****
"So, I heard you didn't know what sex was."
They had met at Miguel's for a movie after training, something they did nearly every other week, depending on their respective schedules and the existence of interesting new movies on the market. As the movie had ended, they just sat there on Miguel's sofa, having drinks and chatting, first about the movie, and then about everything and nothing.
That was, until Miguel had asked that question, right out of the blue.
Iker couldn't help smiling at the question. It had been clear to him from the beginning that this interview would come back to haunt him. He hadn't particularly expected Miguel to be the one to discover it, but he wasn't surprised either. He knew his teammates. One of them had been bound to stumble over this silly little interview in which he'd said he believed that the stork was bringing babies from Paris, and to tease him about it with great delight.
Luckily for him, Miguel had at least had the decency to approach him with it in private instead of a full dressing room, because in that case he would have never heard the end of it. And since Iker was in a good mood, he decided to play along.
"You heard right," he replied, trying to look as serious as possible. "I don't know what it is."
Miguel chuckled. "Aw. Then you need someone to explain it to you, don't you?"
Iker raised an amused eyebrow. "And you think you're the one to do that?" God, the thought was hilarious. The keeper's mouth threatened to curve into a grin, but he fought the urge and kept a straight face. "They told me to ask a veteran, remember?"
He picked up his wine glass from the table and took a sip, then put it back down again.
Miguel smirked. "I might not be a veteran on the pitch, that's correct, but you're not looking for advice about football, are you?" He waggled his eyebrows, and for the first time that evening, Iker found himself momentarily speechless.
Not that it surprised him to hear that Miguel Torres did have a sex life. He was twenty-two, and not bad-looking either. Of course he got some. And yet, his choice of words had implied just a little more than that, and Iker hadn't expected the confident undertone. Miguel had never seemed like the type to boast or exaggerate; he had more than enough faith in his qualities to know that he didn't have to prove anything.
Granted, they had never talked about this special subject, so maybe, with the age difference and all, Miguel felt compelled to make a point?
Iker couldn't deny that his curiosity was piqued. Of course, he wasn't particularly craving information about this area of his teammate's private life. Still he felt rather tempted to continue the conversation, because if he played his cards right, it could provide a damn good laugh.
"Okay, then," he said finally, enough reluctance in his voice to make Miguel think he had considered the matter carefully and reached a difficult but final decision. "Explain it to me. But keep in mind that I can be very dense, so you need to explain it well."
"Oh, don't worry about that," Miguel assured him. "When I'm done explaining, you'll definitely have understood." He got up from the sofa. "You coming?"
Iker frowned. "Coming where?"
"Ah, of course," Miguel said hurriedly, his voice dripping with sympathy, "you don't know anything. I forgot. Well, then, just follow me." He stretched out his hand in Iker's direction.
The keeper took it and looked up at his teammate with perfect innocence while chuckling inwardly as he pondered where Miguel would lead him. Probably to his computer, to show him his porn collection. Or to where his schoolbooks were stored, including a certain biology book with lots of pictures.
He was all the more surprised when Miguel pushed Iker into his bedroom before entering the room himself and closing the door, but he caught himself quickly and chuckled.
"Oh, come on!" What had the defender been thinking? That he had never seen a bedroom before?
Miguel merely grinned, probably even wider than before. "Don't you think that being in appropriate surroundings could help with the understanding?" he said matter-of-factly, looking pointedly around the room and, finally, at the bed.
"Is that all?" Iker asked in lieu of a reply. There was honest disappointment in his voice. Really, he had expected more of Miguel, who had never been at a loss for a witty retort. Did he honestly believe Iker had never seen a bedroom before?
Miguel tsked at him. "You are a fountain of patience, as always. Of course this is not all." He gestured towards the bed. "Will you sit down, please?"
Letting out a sigh, Iker complied. This had better be good. "Now what?" he said almost defiantly.
The defender sat down beside him, closer than on the couch earlier but not too close. "Now," he said, sounding frighteningly like one of Iker's teachers back at school, "we begin our lesson."
In amusement, the keeper crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Miguel his most expectant look.
"First," the defender began, visibly unimpressed by Iker's teasing, "you kiss."
Iker nearly started giggling. "Oh, really?"
"Yes."
There was a short silence before Miguel spoke again. "Iker, you are a bad pupil," he chided him. "Didn't you hear what I said?"
"I heard it," Iker replied. "Do you want me to make notes?" He pretended to look around the room in search of a pen and some paper before returning his gaze to Miguel, his face the image of deepest regret. "I'm so sorry, I don't have anything to write with. Or on."
"Oh dear," Miguel sounded as regretful as Iker looked, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, then it will have to be a practical lesson, won't it?"
Iker snorted in disbelief. "A practical lesson."
Miguel nodded. "Yes. It has to do with doing things."
Well, that sounded logical. "And what kinds of things are you planning to do? As I said, I am very dense," he said, blinking innocently at his teammate.
Miguel smiled back sweetly. "Yes, you are, but I'm a very patient teacher." He patted Iker's back to illustrate his point. "Now, let's start with lesson one. Kissing."
"Yes?" Iker knew where this was leading. It was glaringly obvious. Miguel wanted to find out where his limits were. Once discovered, if Iker bolted out of the room screaming like a girl, the defender would piss himself laughing.
There was no way in hell Iker would give him the satisfaction of that happening.
Expectantly, the keeper raised his eyebrows and gave Miguel his most attentive look.
"You do know what kissing is?"
Iker shook his head and made a sad face. "I'm afraid not."
"Poor you." Miguel gently stroked Iker's back, as if he wanted to soothe him for having this incredibly important gap in his knowledge that surely had to be very embarrassing for him. "Then I must explain that to you first."
He shifted on the bed until he was sitting there cross-legged, facing Iker's left side.
The keeper automatically turned his head to look at Miguel.
"Well, now," Miguel said, "pucker your lips, like this…" He demonstrated the step, and Iker tried very hard now not to burst into laughter. "This is the light version, by the way," Miguel added. "Go on."
Iker chuckled. He felt positively ridiculous puckering his lips in front of Miguel. He exaggerated it a little, which must have looked completely insane, but he was enjoying himself.
"Relax your muscles a bit," Miguel commented, prodding and poking at Iker's strained cheeks until he complied.
"Yes, that's right."
And then, suddenly, Miguel came closer and closer and finally pressed his mouth to Iker's.
It was only a short peck, but still, it caused the keeper to wince reflexively and stare back at Miguel with eyes as big as footballs. That had been… unexpected.
"Yes, very good," Miguel said as if nothing had happened, completely unaffected by Iker's bafflement. "But you are still a bit too tense. You need to loosen up a little, or people will think you're a stone when they kiss you."
"A… stone." Iker would not crack. He would not crack.
"Yes," Miguel nodded. "Now, let's do that again, but with a little less tension, if you please."
Iker gulped, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy. Miguel wasn't going to go much further, was he? He was just trying to make a fool of Iker. That was all there was to it. And Iker couldn't allow it. He had his pride. He wouldn't give Miguel a reason to call him a chicken. It would just be a quick kiss, nothing more, and it wouldn't mean anything.
Well, he'd better start believing it.
"Okay."
He had barely spoken the word as Miguel's mouth covered his again, pressing softly, and if Iker was honest with himself, it wasn't that bad. Miguel had nice, full lips, almost like a woman's, and he didn't use any pressure, but just kept their lips locked. The uneasy feeling in his stomach started to subside.
If his teammate really wanted him to freak out, he would have to haul out the big guns.
Soon, Miguel pulled away, looking quite pleased. "Very good," he said. "It seems to me you are qualified for the advanced lesson."
In a corner of his mind, Iker wondered if he was still the one holding the strings or if his little joke was getting completely out of hand, but as he started pondering the matter, Miguel pulled him out of his thoughts by pushing him down onto the mattress and straddling his hips.
Iker gasped in surprise, which the defender immediately took advantage of, bent down and kissed him again, and a lot less innocently than before. His lips slid sensually across Iker's, nibbling at them while his hands moved up to caress his hair and neck. The keeper couldn't do anything but let it all happen, he was frozen to the spot.
What the fuck was happening? And had Miguel just started rubbing against him?
Yes, he had.
Holy fuck.
Iker bit back a groan at the sensation, trying to keep a clear head, but Miguel knew what he was doing. In no less than a couple of beats, the keeper found himself helplessly pushing upwards against Miguel, his hands holding onto the defender's hips, and returning the kiss eagerly.
When they finally pulled apart, breathing fast, Iker's head was spinning from all the confusing thoughts in his mind. What had gotten into him? What the hell was he doing? This was no longer a game, it was damned fucking serious.
He opened his eyes to find Miguel smiling down at him. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No," Iker managed hoarsely, then wondered why he had spoken at all, and especially why he had said this, instead of "Yes, it was, now leave me alone, I'm not gay." For he wasn't. Definitely and absolutely not.
"Do you understand now why kissing is important for sex?" Miguel asked with a grin and pointedly looked down to where their hips connected.
Iker's cheeks coloured a rosy pink. He didn't even need to follow his teammate's gaze. He knew perfectly well that he had a boner, and he hated himself for it, and his fucking treacherous body for betraying him.
He knew he should leave. Push Miguel off him and storm out. Maybe pop to the toilet first to deal with his problem, and then leave. Get out before it got worse. (And considering the fact that so far, Miguel hadn't even shown the slightest bit of discomfort or inhibition, it would get worse. Far worse.)
Yet, he remained lying there, immobile except for the steady rising and falling of his chest, staring at the ceiling and wondering what he had done to make God think he deserved this.
"Hey…" Miguel poked his chest, and Iker finally looked at him again. "You're freaking out, I know. I'm sorry."
The keeper eyed him closely. Miguel really looked sorry, and it wasn't just an act this time. He had to have realised that this had gone too far. And Iker wanted to accept his apology, wanted to forgive him, and be friends with him like before, and pretend this had never happened, but… He couldn't. Some stupid little voice in his head told him not to, and he almost felt the need to apologise for acting so damned prudish.
Motivated by the silence between them, Miguel finally moved to climb off Iker, but the keeper's unfaltering grip on his hips kept him in place.
"You're out of character."
Miguel snorted at the completely unexpected complaint. "That's your only concern right now?"
Iker shook his head. "No, but…" How was he supposed to say this? He didn't fancy Miguel. His cock did, but that was only a temporary matter. Nothing permanent. (Or so he hoped.) But since said treacherous appendage had already made up its mind, and he had to admit he was a little curious himself, he didn't want to push Miguel away. They were friends, and Miguel obviously wanted to continue this, so who was he, Iker, to refuse his friend?
(Also, he needed to get off badly, because even though Miguel wasn't moving anymore, his weight on his crotch was enough. And something told him that getting off would appear on the menu if he stayed long enough.)
"The lesson is not over yet," he said. "I'll let you know when I've learned enough."
"You sure?"
"Are you?"
Miguel smiled. "Pretty damn sure, yes." And without waiting for a reply, he bent down again for another deep kiss.
This time, Iker was almost happy to comply, even when Miguel's tongue demanded entrance to his mouth, still tasting faintly of the wine they had drunk earlier. The kiss was still more or less gentle, but there was a hint of hunger in it, as if Miguel was deliberately holding himself back. Iker would have smiled if his mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied at the moment.
And indeed, he could get used to this, to making out with Miguel. The defender was a damned good kisser, and he was extremely enthusiastic about it, too, making it obvious how much he loved using his lips and tongue on someone…
Iker immediately chided himself for being such a dirty pervert and allowing his mind to wander, not so much because he doubted Miguel's abilities but because he didn't really want to think about them just now, not when his jeans were far too tight already.
The touch of Miguel's fingers on his hips, gently lifting his shirt and crawling underneath pulled him out of his thoughts, and he lifted himself up without breaking the kiss, keeping the other man sitting in his lap. No matter how far they would take this, their clothes had to go.
Undressing each other proved a bit difficult at first because they were both rather impatient to see some skin, but eventually they managed to coordinate and rid each other of useless things like jeans and socks.
A couple of seconds later, they were sitting on the bed in nothing but their boxer-briefs, eyeing each other more or less nervously until they realised they were both being rather awkward and promptly dissolved into giggles.
Iker ended up being the one to put an end to it. "Mr Torres," he said, pulling himself together so he wouldn't start giggling again, "I think I deserve some praise for guessing that one needs to take one's clothes off."
"Ah, but my dear Iker," retorted Miguel, back in character, "we haven't taken our clothes off yet, have we?"
Iker nodded contritely. "Right."
"How about I demonstrate to you how to finish this task?" Miguel suggested helpfully and immediately moved to straddle the keeper's hips again.
Iker couldn't deny that he was damned nervous. He still didn't know what he was supposed to expect from this; hell, he didn't even know what he wanted! Where would he draw the line? He was uncomfortable, sitting there in his underwear that didn't really hide anything, and his hard-on seemed to be relentless no matter what Miguel was doing, even when he was staring at him with hungry eyes, shamelessly checking him out.
No, it grew even harder when Miguel finally touched him through his boxers, gently stroking his cock through the fabric, and Iker let out a small moan, incapable of holding it in any longer. Miguel was doing nothing special to him, merely running his fingers up and down his length with soft pressure, but it felt far too good to, indeed, be nothing special.
Suddenly, the hand stopped, and Iker groaned in frustration.
"You are not paying attention," Miguel said sternly.
"Uh - what?"
"I said: This is called foreplay," the defender repeated, feigning annoyance at the fact that his pupil had not been listening, then snorting at the incredulous look on Iker's face.
"You stopped to tell me that?" He couldn't believe it.
Laughing, Miguel put his hand back onto the bulge in Iker's briefs, picking up where he had left off. "It's a very important matter!" he insisted, obviously trying to get back in character but failing miserably at wiping the grin off his face. "And you need to pay attention!"
He climbed off of Iker and tugged at the waistband of his underwear, then pulled the briefs down entirely and tossed them onto the floor.
The keeper bit his lip, feeling suddenly vulnerable, but before he could continue his line of thought, the defender had already erased his doubts with an admiring look at his hard cock. It was almost embarrassing to be rated like this by a fellow guy.
"I'm sorry, I will have to skip a couple of steps," Miguel said suddenly without tearing his gaze away from Iker's cock. He slowly ran his tongue over his lips. "I need to do something."
And without any warning, he bent down to take Iker's cock into his mouth, moaning in appreciation. Iker's eyes nearly rolled back in his head. His right hand found its way into Miguel's thick dark hair, needing something to hold on to, while his left grabbed the bed sheet.
Holy mother of fuck.
And no, Miguel's talented lips and tongue were definitely not limited to kissing. Iker wasn't sure he had ever received such great head, and he had to put a great effort into holding himself back, otherwise this would be over way too soon and he'd make a huge fool of himself.
Eagerly, Miguel flicked his tongue around the head, eliciting throaty groans from a rather overtaxed keeper, before sucking his cheeks hollow and taking him all the way in, until Iker felt the tip of his cock hit the back of the defender’s throat.
"Oh fuck…"
This had to be heaven.
The sort of heaven where it was damned difficult to concentrate.
Fortunately, Miguel seemed to realise he couldn't go on like that forever if he didn't want Iker to come in his mouth immediately, so he eventually pulled away, and even though Iker was glad he had, he couldn't help a small frustrated moan at the loss of contact and the sudden wave of cool air wafting against his cock.
"Mmmh," Miguel said, licking his lips as if he had just eaten the best dessert in the world. "You taste good."
"And you… you… oh fuck," Iker retorted intelligently, causing the defender to grin.
"I rock at this?" Miguel completed the sentence with a cheeky grin, then shrugged. "I'm trying. Anyway, this is called giving head," he said, switching back into his teacher persona but obviously finding it more and more difficult to remain serious. "As you noticed, it can be fun."
Well, he could say that again.
"Now," Miguel continued, "we must go back a couple of steps because we still haven't completed the part about taking off our clothes." He pointed at his briefs, and Iker had to swallow at the outline of his obvious bulge. That guy had no reason to complain, either.
Miguel lay down on the bed and looked expectantly at Iker, who took the hint and got into a sitting position.
"Take them off?"
Iker hesitated.
"I have nothing you haven't seen yet," the defender said, smirking.
Well, he had a point there. Damning his shaking hands, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Miguel's briefs and carefully pulled them down, wincing slightly as his thumb brushed Miguel's cock. It was definitely one thing to touch the rest of him, to hug him or give him a slap on the butt, but his cock was something else entirely.
And yet, Miguel had touched his, even taken it into his mouth, so he would be an out-and-out prick if he didn't return the favour.
He pulled the briefs off and hesitantly put his hand on Miguel's erection, experimentally running his fingers along it before wrapping them around it and giving it some shy strokes. He could have laughed at himself for making such a spectacle out of it, really, when he was more than just a little accustomed to having a cock in his hand (what with the countless times he had jerked himself off). This wasn't so different at all, except for the fact that he couldn't feel the effect. (At least not directly; Miguel's encouraging moans of enjoyment as he sped up told him everything he needed to know, and the feeling of excitement that Miguel created went straight to his own cock.)
"You guessed the next step," Miguel said, his voice a little hoarse. "You're a fast learner."
Iker gave him a lopsided grin, trying very hard not to think too closely about what he was doing and to simply go with the flow. He knew he had another guy's cock in his hand, but he didn't want to deal with that knowledge just then, he didn't want to contemplate how wrong it might be, he just wanted to have a good time, and honestly, it was quite fun to make Miguel writhe on the bed, eyes closed, lower lip between his teeth, thoroughly enjoying himself.
He wondered why he had never noticed before how handsome his teammate was, his dark, tanned skin a perfect contrast to the pristine white sheets. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but right now, the sight of Miguel turned him on like it never had before. It felt as if he was meeting him for the very first time and had never seen him before, despite training together every day.
Iker didn't even notice Miguel opening his eyes, too caught up in what he was doing, until the defender's hand suddenly grabbed his and gestured him to stop.
The keeper looked up to meet a beaming smile.
"Come here and kiss me."
And Iker did, stretching himself out alongside Miguel, who turned to lie on his side opposite him. He placed his hand on Miguel's hip while the defender's came to rest on his neck. The kiss started out gently but quickly got rougher, more sensual. They both shifted closer to each other, eager to feel as much of each other as possible.
At that point, the little voice in Iker's head that had kept telling him over and over again that he was in bed with another guy and that it was wrong had changed its programme and was now telling him he was in bed with Miguel and that it felt brilliant - which definitely was a welcome change.
Suddenly, Miguel wrapped a leg around Iker and started grinding against him, panting into his mouth, and that was when the keeper realised that he would not leave this place without making Miguel come, preferably by fucking his brains out. Not that he had stopped caring about who he was in bed with, or forgotten about it. The fact that this was Miguel he was kissing and touching and grinding against still presented a little problem in the back of his head, but it had ceased to be an obstacle. He wanted to fuck Miguel. He had to do it.
He didn't have a clue about how that was done, but that didn't change anything, and Miguel could surely give him instructions.
Slowly, he pulled back and disentangled himself from his teammate, who was visibly horny, looking at him with deep, hungry eyes and panting through parted lips.
"Miguel?" Iker's hand moved to cup the defender's cheek almost tenderly, and he had to swallow at the rush of emotion that ran through him as they gazed at each other. "I… I want you. Please."
Miguel pressed a kiss to his mouth and smiled. "Very well done, Iker. You guessed the next step." He didn't sound like a teacher anymore, but Iker could have cared less at this moment.
The defender stole another quick kiss and sat up. "Let me show you."
He climbed off the bed and walked over to a set of drawers, opened one and rummaged inside before returning to the bed and dropping a couple of condom wrappers and a tube in front of him. Then, he picked up one of the wrappers, bit a corner off, pulled it open, took out the condom and tossed the wrapper onto the floor. The routine with which the defender handled it was rather impressive, and if Iker had had any doubts about him not being exactly new to this, none remained after this. Though he did wonder how often his teammate had been on the receiving end.
"Shall I put it on?"
Iker cleared his throat. So this was it - the point of no return. If he didn't stop now, there would be no going back. He would have to go through with this, despite everything that might happen. And live with the knowledge that he had fucked a guy.
It didn't take him long to make up his mind.
"I'll do it," he said with a smile, taking the condom out of Miguel's hand and deftly sliding it onto his cock. "Now, what do I do?"
Miguel tossed him the tube. "Put that on."
"All of it?"
The defender snorted at the obviously silly question. "Not all of it - but don't be stingy, either."
As Iker complied, squirting a generous amount of lube onto his hand and spreading it over his cock, Miguel lay down on his back, spreading his legs so obscenely widely that the keeper thought there must be a law against things like that. It nearly took his breath away. Miguel had looked handsome earlier, but now he looked pretty much like a feast that was waiting to be dug into.
"Kneel between my legs," Miguel instructed him, and Iker obeyed, shaking slightly again but this time he ignored it.
When he had positioned himself, Miguel gave him an almost shy smile. "You're gorgeous," he said honestly. "Thanks for humouring me."
Iker brushed off the compliment and returned the smile. "I'm not humouring you," he affirmed. "I really want this." And he meant it, though it surprised him to realise how much. This was definitely an eye-opening evening, and no mistake.
Miguel lifted his legs and placed his heels on Iker's shoulders. "I'm used to getting fucked," he said bluntly, (and for a moment Iker guiltily wondered how many guys had fucked him as well as fucked him over, and if he could have prevented some of it by being a better friend), "so you don't need to loosen me up. But try to go in slowly, okay?"
"I will."
Iker's hands were still shaking as he grabbed his cock and guided it towards Miguel's waiting hole. Not because he wasn't sure he wanted to do this; this time he was actually just plain nervous. But he figured that was allowed and not too much of a problem, considering the fact that this was sort of a first time for him.
"Come on," Miguel nudged the back of his head with his big toe, giving him an encouraging smile while lazily stroking his cock. "Put it in me."
"Didn't you say I should take it slow?" Iker managed, finding it more and more difficult to think. The sight of Miguel wanking himself sent shivers of excitement down his spine.
The defender giggled. "I didn't mean you should stay immobile for so long."
"Okay, okay." Iker felt slightly embarrassed but had to smile at his friend's amusement. "I got the hint."
Biting his lip, he finally pushed into Miguel, trying his best to be gentle and ignore the intense wave of pleasure that ran through him as his cock was trapped in the incredibly tight heat. He had never felt anything like this in his entire life, had never expected he actually could.
"God, you're so fucking tight…" he breathed, pulling out of Miguel only to push back in at the same pace, his face tense with concentration. The moment he lost control, he would blow his top.
Miguel grinned at him. "Yeah, so people say," he said cheekily, and Iker nearly passed out as the defender clenched around him, mercilessly squeezing his cock further still.
"Fuck!" the keeper exclaimed, gasping. "Do you want me to come already?"
Miguel giggled. "Are you telling me you can't hold it?"
"I'm having some difficulties, yes," Iker admitted, gritting his teeth, "and you're not helping!"
"That's because I'm such a great fuck," Miguel deadpanned, then rolled his eyes at his own words. "Listen to me getting all cocky," he said almost apologetically, and Iker could have snogged the hell out of him for his babbling.
Well, there was no reason not to do it.
He nudged Miguel's feet off his shoulders and leaned forward, supporting his weight on his arms as he pressed his mouth to Miguel's, relishing once again the taste and feeling of his friend's soft, full lips and tongue. Damn, why was kissing Miguel so addictive?
"Now, can we start?" The defender asked as Iker pulled away.
"I thought we already had."
Miguel chuckled. "You call that fucking? Oh please."
Iker gave him a sympathetic look. "Ah, today's youth," he sighed theatrically, "never careful what they wish for."
"Or do you need me to explain to you how fucking is done?" Miguel asked with a wide grin.
"No, thank you, I think I can figure that out on my own."
He pulled out slowly and thrust back in fast, causing Miguel to gasp loudly.
"What do you think?" he asked, blinking innocently at the defender. "Am I figuring it out?"
"Fucking hell, do that again."
"What, this?"
"Oh God!"
Encouraged by Miguel's moans and expletives, Iker thrust into him faster and faster, until his forehead, neck and back was covered with sweat and he was panting so hard he thought he would soon collapse from lack of air. Then, suddenly, he slowed down, fucking Miguel more deeply and purposefully, enjoying the way the defender's face contorted with lust. He looked as if he was groaning out his very soul, and screaming the whole house down on top of that.
Far too soon, Iker sensed he was getting close, so he sped up again, trying to keep the angle and hearing Miguel groan gutturally with every thrust. The defender's hand moved up and down his own cock at an almost dazzling speed, getting faster every second, until finally, Miguel cried out, threw his head back, clenched his walls (causing Iker to cry out as well), and came all over his hand and stomach in long, thick spurts.
Iker followed suit not much later, emptying himself inside Miguel with a throaty groan before crashing down on top of him, completely and utterly spent.
For a while, he just remained there, unable to move, until he realised he must be crushing Miguel. He pulled himself up and out of the defender, took off the condom, tied a knot in it and got up from the bed to bung it into the bin.
When he returned to the bed and sat down beside Miguel, the defender looked up at him, a sated, exhausted smile on his face.
Not entirely sure what to do, Iker pulled him up into a tight hug and smiled as the defender immediately leaned into him, almost clinging to him. Iker wondered what Miguel was thinking. He hadn't actually taken Iker for the type to put his clothes back on and leave once they were done, had he?
Gently, Iker stroked Miguel's hair, pressing little kisses to his head until he pulled back.
"That was amazing," the keeper said when he had finally regained his coherency. "I never would have thought…"
Miguel grinned at him. "There, now you know what sex is."
Iker frowned, trying to get back into his role. "Surely there's more to learn!"
"We're at the end of our curriculum, I'm afraid." Miguel shrugged.
"Oh." Iker didn't quite understand it, but he honestly felt disappointed at the implication that there wouldn't be another time. He could have laughed at himself. Freaking out at a simple kiss, and then wanting to have hot gay sex again? The way he had changed over the course of the evening was quite remarkable.
"You're lucky, though," Miguel interrupted his thoughts, and Iker raised an eyebrow. Lucky?
"Why?"
"Because I offer practical training as well." The defender flashed him a smug grin. "Are you free tomorrow?"
Iker laughed, relieved. "You mean I need to start practising as soon as possible, otherwise I might forget everything you taught me?"
"Exactly. As you said, you're a bit dense." He laboriously poked the keeper's head.
"Oh, you--" With a growl Iker rugby-tackled a giggling Miguel back onto the bed and attacked him with tickles and kisses.
The guy fucking deserved it.
Author: txorakeriak
Fandom: Football, Real Madrid
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Miguel Torres
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I'm a lying bastard and made this all up. I don't claim to know any of the players I write about, they're most definitely not mine, and this very probably didn't happen. No payment involved, no offence intended. This is for my own entertainment.
Summary: Iker said in an interview that he doesn't know what sex is. A "veteran" decides to teach him.
Dedication: For mer5, who kindly translated Iker's "el sexo" interview and requested fic related to it.
Word Count: 5,684
Thanks to jennis_footie for the fantastic beta. ♥
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"So, I heard you didn't know what sex was."
They had met at Miguel's for a movie after training, something they did nearly every other week, depending on their respective schedules and the existence of interesting new movies on the market. As the movie had ended, they just sat there on Miguel's sofa, having drinks and chatting, first about the movie, and then about everything and nothing.
That was, until Miguel had asked that question, right out of the blue.
Iker couldn't help smiling at the question. It had been clear to him from the beginning that this interview would come back to haunt him. He hadn't particularly expected Miguel to be the one to discover it, but he wasn't surprised either. He knew his teammates. One of them had been bound to stumble over this silly little interview in which he'd said he believed that the stork was bringing babies from Paris, and to tease him about it with great delight.
Luckily for him, Miguel had at least had the decency to approach him with it in private instead of a full dressing room, because in that case he would have never heard the end of it. And since Iker was in a good mood, he decided to play along.
"You heard right," he replied, trying to look as serious as possible. "I don't know what it is."
Miguel chuckled. "Aw. Then you need someone to explain it to you, don't you?"
Iker raised an amused eyebrow. "And you think you're the one to do that?" God, the thought was hilarious. The keeper's mouth threatened to curve into a grin, but he fought the urge and kept a straight face. "They told me to ask a veteran, remember?"
He picked up his wine glass from the table and took a sip, then put it back down again.
Miguel smirked. "I might not be a veteran on the pitch, that's correct, but you're not looking for advice about football, are you?" He waggled his eyebrows, and for the first time that evening, Iker found himself momentarily speechless.
Not that it surprised him to hear that Miguel Torres did have a sex life. He was twenty-two, and not bad-looking either. Of course he got some. And yet, his choice of words had implied just a little more than that, and Iker hadn't expected the confident undertone. Miguel had never seemed like the type to boast or exaggerate; he had more than enough faith in his qualities to know that he didn't have to prove anything.
Granted, they had never talked about this special subject, so maybe, with the age difference and all, Miguel felt compelled to make a point?
Iker couldn't deny that his curiosity was piqued. Of course, he wasn't particularly craving information about this area of his teammate's private life. Still he felt rather tempted to continue the conversation, because if he played his cards right, it could provide a damn good laugh.
"Okay, then," he said finally, enough reluctance in his voice to make Miguel think he had considered the matter carefully and reached a difficult but final decision. "Explain it to me. But keep in mind that I can be very dense, so you need to explain it well."
"Oh, don't worry about that," Miguel assured him. "When I'm done explaining, you'll definitely have understood." He got up from the sofa. "You coming?"
Iker frowned. "Coming where?"
"Ah, of course," Miguel said hurriedly, his voice dripping with sympathy, "you don't know anything. I forgot. Well, then, just follow me." He stretched out his hand in Iker's direction.
The keeper took it and looked up at his teammate with perfect innocence while chuckling inwardly as he pondered where Miguel would lead him. Probably to his computer, to show him his porn collection. Or to where his schoolbooks were stored, including a certain biology book with lots of pictures.
He was all the more surprised when Miguel pushed Iker into his bedroom before entering the room himself and closing the door, but he caught himself quickly and chuckled.
"Oh, come on!" What had the defender been thinking? That he had never seen a bedroom before?
Miguel merely grinned, probably even wider than before. "Don't you think that being in appropriate surroundings could help with the understanding?" he said matter-of-factly, looking pointedly around the room and, finally, at the bed.
"Is that all?" Iker asked in lieu of a reply. There was honest disappointment in his voice. Really, he had expected more of Miguel, who had never been at a loss for a witty retort. Did he honestly believe Iker had never seen a bedroom before?
Miguel tsked at him. "You are a fountain of patience, as always. Of course this is not all." He gestured towards the bed. "Will you sit down, please?"
Letting out a sigh, Iker complied. This had better be good. "Now what?" he said almost defiantly.
The defender sat down beside him, closer than on the couch earlier but not too close. "Now," he said, sounding frighteningly like one of Iker's teachers back at school, "we begin our lesson."
In amusement, the keeper crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Miguel his most expectant look.
"First," the defender began, visibly unimpressed by Iker's teasing, "you kiss."
Iker nearly started giggling. "Oh, really?"
"Yes."
There was a short silence before Miguel spoke again. "Iker, you are a bad pupil," he chided him. "Didn't you hear what I said?"
"I heard it," Iker replied. "Do you want me to make notes?" He pretended to look around the room in search of a pen and some paper before returning his gaze to Miguel, his face the image of deepest regret. "I'm so sorry, I don't have anything to write with. Or on."
"Oh dear," Miguel sounded as regretful as Iker looked, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, then it will have to be a practical lesson, won't it?"
Iker snorted in disbelief. "A practical lesson."
Miguel nodded. "Yes. It has to do with doing things."
Well, that sounded logical. "And what kinds of things are you planning to do? As I said, I am very dense," he said, blinking innocently at his teammate.
Miguel smiled back sweetly. "Yes, you are, but I'm a very patient teacher." He patted Iker's back to illustrate his point. "Now, let's start with lesson one. Kissing."
"Yes?" Iker knew where this was leading. It was glaringly obvious. Miguel wanted to find out where his limits were. Once discovered, if Iker bolted out of the room screaming like a girl, the defender would piss himself laughing.
There was no way in hell Iker would give him the satisfaction of that happening.
Expectantly, the keeper raised his eyebrows and gave Miguel his most attentive look.
"You do know what kissing is?"
Iker shook his head and made a sad face. "I'm afraid not."
"Poor you." Miguel gently stroked Iker's back, as if he wanted to soothe him for having this incredibly important gap in his knowledge that surely had to be very embarrassing for him. "Then I must explain that to you first."
He shifted on the bed until he was sitting there cross-legged, facing Iker's left side.
The keeper automatically turned his head to look at Miguel.
"Well, now," Miguel said, "pucker your lips, like this…" He demonstrated the step, and Iker tried very hard now not to burst into laughter. "This is the light version, by the way," Miguel added. "Go on."
Iker chuckled. He felt positively ridiculous puckering his lips in front of Miguel. He exaggerated it a little, which must have looked completely insane, but he was enjoying himself.
"Relax your muscles a bit," Miguel commented, prodding and poking at Iker's strained cheeks until he complied.
"Yes, that's right."
And then, suddenly, Miguel came closer and closer and finally pressed his mouth to Iker's.
It was only a short peck, but still, it caused the keeper to wince reflexively and stare back at Miguel with eyes as big as footballs. That had been… unexpected.
"Yes, very good," Miguel said as if nothing had happened, completely unaffected by Iker's bafflement. "But you are still a bit too tense. You need to loosen up a little, or people will think you're a stone when they kiss you."
"A… stone." Iker would not crack. He would not crack.
"Yes," Miguel nodded. "Now, let's do that again, but with a little less tension, if you please."
Iker gulped, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy. Miguel wasn't going to go much further, was he? He was just trying to make a fool of Iker. That was all there was to it. And Iker couldn't allow it. He had his pride. He wouldn't give Miguel a reason to call him a chicken. It would just be a quick kiss, nothing more, and it wouldn't mean anything.
Well, he'd better start believing it.
"Okay."
He had barely spoken the word as Miguel's mouth covered his again, pressing softly, and if Iker was honest with himself, it wasn't that bad. Miguel had nice, full lips, almost like a woman's, and he didn't use any pressure, but just kept their lips locked. The uneasy feeling in his stomach started to subside.
If his teammate really wanted him to freak out, he would have to haul out the big guns.
Soon, Miguel pulled away, looking quite pleased. "Very good," he said. "It seems to me you are qualified for the advanced lesson."
In a corner of his mind, Iker wondered if he was still the one holding the strings or if his little joke was getting completely out of hand, but as he started pondering the matter, Miguel pulled him out of his thoughts by pushing him down onto the mattress and straddling his hips.
Iker gasped in surprise, which the defender immediately took advantage of, bent down and kissed him again, and a lot less innocently than before. His lips slid sensually across Iker's, nibbling at them while his hands moved up to caress his hair and neck. The keeper couldn't do anything but let it all happen, he was frozen to the spot.
What the fuck was happening? And had Miguel just started rubbing against him?
Yes, he had.
Holy fuck.
Iker bit back a groan at the sensation, trying to keep a clear head, but Miguel knew what he was doing. In no less than a couple of beats, the keeper found himself helplessly pushing upwards against Miguel, his hands holding onto the defender's hips, and returning the kiss eagerly.
When they finally pulled apart, breathing fast, Iker's head was spinning from all the confusing thoughts in his mind. What had gotten into him? What the hell was he doing? This was no longer a game, it was damned fucking serious.
He opened his eyes to find Miguel smiling down at him. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No," Iker managed hoarsely, then wondered why he had spoken at all, and especially why he had said this, instead of "Yes, it was, now leave me alone, I'm not gay." For he wasn't. Definitely and absolutely not.
"Do you understand now why kissing is important for sex?" Miguel asked with a grin and pointedly looked down to where their hips connected.
Iker's cheeks coloured a rosy pink. He didn't even need to follow his teammate's gaze. He knew perfectly well that he had a boner, and he hated himself for it, and his fucking treacherous body for betraying him.
He knew he should leave. Push Miguel off him and storm out. Maybe pop to the toilet first to deal with his problem, and then leave. Get out before it got worse. (And considering the fact that so far, Miguel hadn't even shown the slightest bit of discomfort or inhibition, it would get worse. Far worse.)
Yet, he remained lying there, immobile except for the steady rising and falling of his chest, staring at the ceiling and wondering what he had done to make God think he deserved this.
"Hey…" Miguel poked his chest, and Iker finally looked at him again. "You're freaking out, I know. I'm sorry."
The keeper eyed him closely. Miguel really looked sorry, and it wasn't just an act this time. He had to have realised that this had gone too far. And Iker wanted to accept his apology, wanted to forgive him, and be friends with him like before, and pretend this had never happened, but… He couldn't. Some stupid little voice in his head told him not to, and he almost felt the need to apologise for acting so damned prudish.
Motivated by the silence between them, Miguel finally moved to climb off Iker, but the keeper's unfaltering grip on his hips kept him in place.
"You're out of character."
Miguel snorted at the completely unexpected complaint. "That's your only concern right now?"
Iker shook his head. "No, but…" How was he supposed to say this? He didn't fancy Miguel. His cock did, but that was only a temporary matter. Nothing permanent. (Or so he hoped.) But since said treacherous appendage had already made up its mind, and he had to admit he was a little curious himself, he didn't want to push Miguel away. They were friends, and Miguel obviously wanted to continue this, so who was he, Iker, to refuse his friend?
(Also, he needed to get off badly, because even though Miguel wasn't moving anymore, his weight on his crotch was enough. And something told him that getting off would appear on the menu if he stayed long enough.)
"The lesson is not over yet," he said. "I'll let you know when I've learned enough."
"You sure?"
"Are you?"
Miguel smiled. "Pretty damn sure, yes." And without waiting for a reply, he bent down again for another deep kiss.
This time, Iker was almost happy to comply, even when Miguel's tongue demanded entrance to his mouth, still tasting faintly of the wine they had drunk earlier. The kiss was still more or less gentle, but there was a hint of hunger in it, as if Miguel was deliberately holding himself back. Iker would have smiled if his mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied at the moment.
And indeed, he could get used to this, to making out with Miguel. The defender was a damned good kisser, and he was extremely enthusiastic about it, too, making it obvious how much he loved using his lips and tongue on someone…
Iker immediately chided himself for being such a dirty pervert and allowing his mind to wander, not so much because he doubted Miguel's abilities but because he didn't really want to think about them just now, not when his jeans were far too tight already.
The touch of Miguel's fingers on his hips, gently lifting his shirt and crawling underneath pulled him out of his thoughts, and he lifted himself up without breaking the kiss, keeping the other man sitting in his lap. No matter how far they would take this, their clothes had to go.
Undressing each other proved a bit difficult at first because they were both rather impatient to see some skin, but eventually they managed to coordinate and rid each other of useless things like jeans and socks.
A couple of seconds later, they were sitting on the bed in nothing but their boxer-briefs, eyeing each other more or less nervously until they realised they were both being rather awkward and promptly dissolved into giggles.
Iker ended up being the one to put an end to it. "Mr Torres," he said, pulling himself together so he wouldn't start giggling again, "I think I deserve some praise for guessing that one needs to take one's clothes off."
"Ah, but my dear Iker," retorted Miguel, back in character, "we haven't taken our clothes off yet, have we?"
Iker nodded contritely. "Right."
"How about I demonstrate to you how to finish this task?" Miguel suggested helpfully and immediately moved to straddle the keeper's hips again.
Iker couldn't deny that he was damned nervous. He still didn't know what he was supposed to expect from this; hell, he didn't even know what he wanted! Where would he draw the line? He was uncomfortable, sitting there in his underwear that didn't really hide anything, and his hard-on seemed to be relentless no matter what Miguel was doing, even when he was staring at him with hungry eyes, shamelessly checking him out.
No, it grew even harder when Miguel finally touched him through his boxers, gently stroking his cock through the fabric, and Iker let out a small moan, incapable of holding it in any longer. Miguel was doing nothing special to him, merely running his fingers up and down his length with soft pressure, but it felt far too good to, indeed, be nothing special.
Suddenly, the hand stopped, and Iker groaned in frustration.
"You are not paying attention," Miguel said sternly.
"Uh - what?"
"I said: This is called foreplay," the defender repeated, feigning annoyance at the fact that his pupil had not been listening, then snorting at the incredulous look on Iker's face.
"You stopped to tell me that?" He couldn't believe it.
Laughing, Miguel put his hand back onto the bulge in Iker's briefs, picking up where he had left off. "It's a very important matter!" he insisted, obviously trying to get back in character but failing miserably at wiping the grin off his face. "And you need to pay attention!"
He climbed off of Iker and tugged at the waistband of his underwear, then pulled the briefs down entirely and tossed them onto the floor.
The keeper bit his lip, feeling suddenly vulnerable, but before he could continue his line of thought, the defender had already erased his doubts with an admiring look at his hard cock. It was almost embarrassing to be rated like this by a fellow guy.
"I'm sorry, I will have to skip a couple of steps," Miguel said suddenly without tearing his gaze away from Iker's cock. He slowly ran his tongue over his lips. "I need to do something."
And without any warning, he bent down to take Iker's cock into his mouth, moaning in appreciation. Iker's eyes nearly rolled back in his head. His right hand found its way into Miguel's thick dark hair, needing something to hold on to, while his left grabbed the bed sheet.
Holy mother of fuck.
And no, Miguel's talented lips and tongue were definitely not limited to kissing. Iker wasn't sure he had ever received such great head, and he had to put a great effort into holding himself back, otherwise this would be over way too soon and he'd make a huge fool of himself.
Eagerly, Miguel flicked his tongue around the head, eliciting throaty groans from a rather overtaxed keeper, before sucking his cheeks hollow and taking him all the way in, until Iker felt the tip of his cock hit the back of the defender’s throat.
"Oh fuck…"
This had to be heaven.
The sort of heaven where it was damned difficult to concentrate.
Fortunately, Miguel seemed to realise he couldn't go on like that forever if he didn't want Iker to come in his mouth immediately, so he eventually pulled away, and even though Iker was glad he had, he couldn't help a small frustrated moan at the loss of contact and the sudden wave of cool air wafting against his cock.
"Mmmh," Miguel said, licking his lips as if he had just eaten the best dessert in the world. "You taste good."
"And you… you… oh fuck," Iker retorted intelligently, causing the defender to grin.
"I rock at this?" Miguel completed the sentence with a cheeky grin, then shrugged. "I'm trying. Anyway, this is called giving head," he said, switching back into his teacher persona but obviously finding it more and more difficult to remain serious. "As you noticed, it can be fun."
Well, he could say that again.
"Now," Miguel continued, "we must go back a couple of steps because we still haven't completed the part about taking off our clothes." He pointed at his briefs, and Iker had to swallow at the outline of his obvious bulge. That guy had no reason to complain, either.
Miguel lay down on the bed and looked expectantly at Iker, who took the hint and got into a sitting position.
"Take them off?"
Iker hesitated.
"I have nothing you haven't seen yet," the defender said, smirking.
Well, he had a point there. Damning his shaking hands, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Miguel's briefs and carefully pulled them down, wincing slightly as his thumb brushed Miguel's cock. It was definitely one thing to touch the rest of him, to hug him or give him a slap on the butt, but his cock was something else entirely.
And yet, Miguel had touched his, even taken it into his mouth, so he would be an out-and-out prick if he didn't return the favour.
He pulled the briefs off and hesitantly put his hand on Miguel's erection, experimentally running his fingers along it before wrapping them around it and giving it some shy strokes. He could have laughed at himself for making such a spectacle out of it, really, when he was more than just a little accustomed to having a cock in his hand (what with the countless times he had jerked himself off). This wasn't so different at all, except for the fact that he couldn't feel the effect. (At least not directly; Miguel's encouraging moans of enjoyment as he sped up told him everything he needed to know, and the feeling of excitement that Miguel created went straight to his own cock.)
"You guessed the next step," Miguel said, his voice a little hoarse. "You're a fast learner."
Iker gave him a lopsided grin, trying very hard not to think too closely about what he was doing and to simply go with the flow. He knew he had another guy's cock in his hand, but he didn't want to deal with that knowledge just then, he didn't want to contemplate how wrong it might be, he just wanted to have a good time, and honestly, it was quite fun to make Miguel writhe on the bed, eyes closed, lower lip between his teeth, thoroughly enjoying himself.
He wondered why he had never noticed before how handsome his teammate was, his dark, tanned skin a perfect contrast to the pristine white sheets. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but right now, the sight of Miguel turned him on like it never had before. It felt as if he was meeting him for the very first time and had never seen him before, despite training together every day.
Iker didn't even notice Miguel opening his eyes, too caught up in what he was doing, until the defender's hand suddenly grabbed his and gestured him to stop.
The keeper looked up to meet a beaming smile.
"Come here and kiss me."
And Iker did, stretching himself out alongside Miguel, who turned to lie on his side opposite him. He placed his hand on Miguel's hip while the defender's came to rest on his neck. The kiss started out gently but quickly got rougher, more sensual. They both shifted closer to each other, eager to feel as much of each other as possible.
At that point, the little voice in Iker's head that had kept telling him over and over again that he was in bed with another guy and that it was wrong had changed its programme and was now telling him he was in bed with Miguel and that it felt brilliant - which definitely was a welcome change.
Suddenly, Miguel wrapped a leg around Iker and started grinding against him, panting into his mouth, and that was when the keeper realised that he would not leave this place without making Miguel come, preferably by fucking his brains out. Not that he had stopped caring about who he was in bed with, or forgotten about it. The fact that this was Miguel he was kissing and touching and grinding against still presented a little problem in the back of his head, but it had ceased to be an obstacle. He wanted to fuck Miguel. He had to do it.
He didn't have a clue about how that was done, but that didn't change anything, and Miguel could surely give him instructions.
Slowly, he pulled back and disentangled himself from his teammate, who was visibly horny, looking at him with deep, hungry eyes and panting through parted lips.
"Miguel?" Iker's hand moved to cup the defender's cheek almost tenderly, and he had to swallow at the rush of emotion that ran through him as they gazed at each other. "I… I want you. Please."
Miguel pressed a kiss to his mouth and smiled. "Very well done, Iker. You guessed the next step." He didn't sound like a teacher anymore, but Iker could have cared less at this moment.
The defender stole another quick kiss and sat up. "Let me show you."
He climbed off the bed and walked over to a set of drawers, opened one and rummaged inside before returning to the bed and dropping a couple of condom wrappers and a tube in front of him. Then, he picked up one of the wrappers, bit a corner off, pulled it open, took out the condom and tossed the wrapper onto the floor. The routine with which the defender handled it was rather impressive, and if Iker had had any doubts about him not being exactly new to this, none remained after this. Though he did wonder how often his teammate had been on the receiving end.
"Shall I put it on?"
Iker cleared his throat. So this was it - the point of no return. If he didn't stop now, there would be no going back. He would have to go through with this, despite everything that might happen. And live with the knowledge that he had fucked a guy.
It didn't take him long to make up his mind.
"I'll do it," he said with a smile, taking the condom out of Miguel's hand and deftly sliding it onto his cock. "Now, what do I do?"
Miguel tossed him the tube. "Put that on."
"All of it?"
The defender snorted at the obviously silly question. "Not all of it - but don't be stingy, either."
As Iker complied, squirting a generous amount of lube onto his hand and spreading it over his cock, Miguel lay down on his back, spreading his legs so obscenely widely that the keeper thought there must be a law against things like that. It nearly took his breath away. Miguel had looked handsome earlier, but now he looked pretty much like a feast that was waiting to be dug into.
"Kneel between my legs," Miguel instructed him, and Iker obeyed, shaking slightly again but this time he ignored it.
When he had positioned himself, Miguel gave him an almost shy smile. "You're gorgeous," he said honestly. "Thanks for humouring me."
Iker brushed off the compliment and returned the smile. "I'm not humouring you," he affirmed. "I really want this." And he meant it, though it surprised him to realise how much. This was definitely an eye-opening evening, and no mistake.
Miguel lifted his legs and placed his heels on Iker's shoulders. "I'm used to getting fucked," he said bluntly, (and for a moment Iker guiltily wondered how many guys had fucked him as well as fucked him over, and if he could have prevented some of it by being a better friend), "so you don't need to loosen me up. But try to go in slowly, okay?"
"I will."
Iker's hands were still shaking as he grabbed his cock and guided it towards Miguel's waiting hole. Not because he wasn't sure he wanted to do this; this time he was actually just plain nervous. But he figured that was allowed and not too much of a problem, considering the fact that this was sort of a first time for him.
"Come on," Miguel nudged the back of his head with his big toe, giving him an encouraging smile while lazily stroking his cock. "Put it in me."
"Didn't you say I should take it slow?" Iker managed, finding it more and more difficult to think. The sight of Miguel wanking himself sent shivers of excitement down his spine.
The defender giggled. "I didn't mean you should stay immobile for so long."
"Okay, okay." Iker felt slightly embarrassed but had to smile at his friend's amusement. "I got the hint."
Biting his lip, he finally pushed into Miguel, trying his best to be gentle and ignore the intense wave of pleasure that ran through him as his cock was trapped in the incredibly tight heat. He had never felt anything like this in his entire life, had never expected he actually could.
"God, you're so fucking tight…" he breathed, pulling out of Miguel only to push back in at the same pace, his face tense with concentration. The moment he lost control, he would blow his top.
Miguel grinned at him. "Yeah, so people say," he said cheekily, and Iker nearly passed out as the defender clenched around him, mercilessly squeezing his cock further still.
"Fuck!" the keeper exclaimed, gasping. "Do you want me to come already?"
Miguel giggled. "Are you telling me you can't hold it?"
"I'm having some difficulties, yes," Iker admitted, gritting his teeth, "and you're not helping!"
"That's because I'm such a great fuck," Miguel deadpanned, then rolled his eyes at his own words. "Listen to me getting all cocky," he said almost apologetically, and Iker could have snogged the hell out of him for his babbling.
Well, there was no reason not to do it.
He nudged Miguel's feet off his shoulders and leaned forward, supporting his weight on his arms as he pressed his mouth to Miguel's, relishing once again the taste and feeling of his friend's soft, full lips and tongue. Damn, why was kissing Miguel so addictive?
"Now, can we start?" The defender asked as Iker pulled away.
"I thought we already had."
Miguel chuckled. "You call that fucking? Oh please."
Iker gave him a sympathetic look. "Ah, today's youth," he sighed theatrically, "never careful what they wish for."
"Or do you need me to explain to you how fucking is done?" Miguel asked with a wide grin.
"No, thank you, I think I can figure that out on my own."
He pulled out slowly and thrust back in fast, causing Miguel to gasp loudly.
"What do you think?" he asked, blinking innocently at the defender. "Am I figuring it out?"
"Fucking hell, do that again."
"What, this?"
"Oh God!"
Encouraged by Miguel's moans and expletives, Iker thrust into him faster and faster, until his forehead, neck and back was covered with sweat and he was panting so hard he thought he would soon collapse from lack of air. Then, suddenly, he slowed down, fucking Miguel more deeply and purposefully, enjoying the way the defender's face contorted with lust. He looked as if he was groaning out his very soul, and screaming the whole house down on top of that.
Far too soon, Iker sensed he was getting close, so he sped up again, trying to keep the angle and hearing Miguel groan gutturally with every thrust. The defender's hand moved up and down his own cock at an almost dazzling speed, getting faster every second, until finally, Miguel cried out, threw his head back, clenched his walls (causing Iker to cry out as well), and came all over his hand and stomach in long, thick spurts.
Iker followed suit not much later, emptying himself inside Miguel with a throaty groan before crashing down on top of him, completely and utterly spent.
For a while, he just remained there, unable to move, until he realised he must be crushing Miguel. He pulled himself up and out of the defender, took off the condom, tied a knot in it and got up from the bed to bung it into the bin.
When he returned to the bed and sat down beside Miguel, the defender looked up at him, a sated, exhausted smile on his face.
Not entirely sure what to do, Iker pulled him up into a tight hug and smiled as the defender immediately leaned into him, almost clinging to him. Iker wondered what Miguel was thinking. He hadn't actually taken Iker for the type to put his clothes back on and leave once they were done, had he?
Gently, Iker stroked Miguel's hair, pressing little kisses to his head until he pulled back.
"That was amazing," the keeper said when he had finally regained his coherency. "I never would have thought…"
Miguel grinned at him. "There, now you know what sex is."
Iker frowned, trying to get back into his role. "Surely there's more to learn!"
"We're at the end of our curriculum, I'm afraid." Miguel shrugged.
"Oh." Iker didn't quite understand it, but he honestly felt disappointed at the implication that there wouldn't be another time. He could have laughed at himself. Freaking out at a simple kiss, and then wanting to have hot gay sex again? The way he had changed over the course of the evening was quite remarkable.
"You're lucky, though," Miguel interrupted his thoughts, and Iker raised an eyebrow. Lucky?
"Why?"
"Because I offer practical training as well." The defender flashed him a smug grin. "Are you free tomorrow?"
Iker laughed, relieved. "You mean I need to start practising as soon as possible, otherwise I might forget everything you taught me?"
"Exactly. As you said, you're a bit dense." He laboriously poked the keeper's head.
"Oh, you--" With a growl Iker rugby-tackled a giggling Miguel back onto the bed and attacked him with tickles and kisses.
The guy fucking deserved it.